Jalter X Male Reader(A place without magic)

Chapter 2: Different

Hyun's P.O.V

'It's been 7 years now, luckily they never found me, I tried to live a normal highschool life in London, but my identity was discovered, and that didn't end well, right now I'm going back to japan, my homeland'

The reason I was able to escape London was because I made a doppelganger of myself and faked my death, fortunately it was enough to fool my pursuers, now that the name Y/N L/N has been discovered, I assumed my original identity, Hyun Kusaragi.

As I got out of the plane the scent of familiar air hit me.

"It's good to be back, I've missed you japan, my home"

After taking a taxi back home, I opened the door of the house I left for seven years. This villa was where I stayed after my people were burned alive, I clenched my fist as I recalled the tragedy that occurred.

I scanned the fake ID cards I had in my wallet, 16 different faces were crossed. I took out my latest ID card; Y/N L/N and crossed it out with my marker.

I have no identity left, out of the 17 different ones, Y/N L/N lasted the longest by far for a year.

"*Sight* now all that's left is my real identity, Hyun Kusaragi"

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore, I not going to be the coward that I was for 7 years and finally accept my real identity, after all; how could I be ashamed of the kindness of my people"

"They never did anything wrong, it was those around them that wronged them, for what!"

"This world was too cruel for them, and for this world....."

"They were too kind"

*A day later*

I passed the hallways with eyes prying on me for whatever reason, I decided to ignore this and headed for the office of the headmaster.

I wonder.... What kind of fate would I be stirred into? What kind of absurdity would occur this time?

Well, it doesn't matter anyways....

For now........ I'll live while following its current.....

Like I've had for the past few years of my life? For every single day that I've lived?

Will it always be like this?

I honestly don't know, nor would I care, the only thing I know.....

Is that I'll accept it like I've always had.

"Welcome young lad, I heard you're quite new here.... A transferee I assume?"

I was greeted by an old man, his tone was husky yet soft and serene....

The way his eyes concentrated on the paper, but his focus was entirely on me proved no ordinary feat, I can feel an intense gaze coming from him even when his not directly looking at me.

I could tell right away that he was not an ordinary civilian, also, while engaging in a conversation with him, I've noticed a few things worth noting.

Beneath his pile paperwork was a barely noticeable sharp edge object, those probably belonged to a rosary that symbolizes members of the church, another thing I noticed is the ivory laced ring on his pinkie finger....

The white thesis huh? Only priests have those, to think my worst enemy is right here in front of me....

The ones that hunted the most of my people, their ways of slaughter was always known for its brutal and vicious style, almost as if they take pleasure to pursue us, like a predator stalking its prey....

Before I completely lost focus on our conversation, as I was too concentrated on minor things, he caught my attention by asking me a blunt question...

"Let me be direct young man, are you a witch?" his stare became more forceful as he let out the interrogation.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you are mistaken" I answered as bluntly, no sign of nervousness whatsoever and filled with confidence.

He took out the rosary I saw before from underneath his work pile and swayed it in front of me, normally it would glow to identify if I was a witch, nevertheless; I have special means of deceiving such equipment.

"I see, my apologies for taking your time" he spoke once again in a humbled tone...

But I know this isn't over yet, they will surely find ways to commence multiple tests in different occasions to reveal my magic in any way possible without me noticing.

'Yet, that won't be enough to hinder me on my voyage to find my true purpose, my meaning of existence, surely there's more to me being born than to be hunted down like a wild animal'

I wonder if the time will come when fate finally gives me a rest, but it seems that I have to struggle a bit longer.....

Surely, there is still a purpose for me out there, one that's worth living for....